Writing Prompt

The glasses clinked as we cheers-ed them together over the table.

“I’m so happy you came girl,” I mumbled enthusiastically to my best friend.

“Girl I’m even more happy I came,” was the even more mumbled reply.

We’d been drinking margaritas by the ocean for a solid few hours at this point. Swallowing mouthfuls of salty liquor whilst listening to the waves rush up towards the sun loungers we w...

She stared at the condensation running down the glass. The heat was beating down on her and she could feel her head starting to swim in alcohol. Looking over at her friend lounging in the beach chair next to her, she knew she had to tell her. There would never be a perfect moment. They might not be a lone again for a while. Now was the time.

“Hey.” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I don’t k...

As the tide started to come in Marc took a drink of his margarita. He had never been a fan of them before but ever since he moved to the island that’s all he drank....

The sun had just begun to dip towards the sea. Streaks of light hit the clouds in a array of pinks and oranges. The water rolled over the horizon in a deep rumble as the salt laced air blew through my hair.

I took a sip of my margarita, the twang of bitter alcohol on my tongue. The ice clinked against the frosted glass. Liam lounged on his chair, mirroring me. He looked over, raising his sunglasse...

Atlantic City was known for many things, mostly unsavory. One of the more family-friendly attractions was Kismet, a two-story wooden camel situated in the shadow of the boardwalk. Before the big casinos and the bigger bankruptcies, a local carnival owner commissioned the brightly painted folly as advertising for his sideshow. The Alhambra Show of Shows had gone the way of the flesh but Kismet, kno...

On the beach

We talk of life

We both seek

More happiness less strife

Confidence together

Tell our secrets

Life on a feather

We will teach us

Together we stand

Hear our voices

Open our hands

Make more choices...

I glance at her and my eyes retreat down as she crinkles her own, smiling at me and sipping a margarita. Her lips curled over the edge of her drink like it's sour. Must be hard not laughing at me. After all, I have a big red splotch of red on my pale face, maybe she's comparing me to a mandrill. That would be fun. I sigh. She perks up. "C'mon you don't look too much you got pinched my a granny. Yo...

The sound of the waves never wavered, muting away those inner thoughts that would succumb to me even after today. I never felt free after weeks of being overworked.

As my eyes darted from the endless coast of the sea, the coldness of the glass of margarita chimed me in.

“Have you seen how much we changed drastically over the years?” I asked, as my fingers circled around the rim of the glass. “...

“I tried to kill myself 2 months ago.”

Ray knew Jimmy was getting worse. He’d begun to wear long sleeves again in the summer. He’d sold all his trophies. He emptied out all his money to charities. Two months ago they had a big party and Jimmy was the life of it. Dancing and making jokes that everyone laughed at. And then nothing. He’d sent one last text to everyone and then never replied to anyth...

The waves crashed gently behind them as the sun dipped low. Mark sipped his margarita, then glanced at Drew.

"Ever think about how far you’d go for a better life?" Mark asked, voice too casual.

Drew chuckled. “Depends how many zeros we’re talking.”

Mark swirled his drink. “Let’s say… enough to erase everything. Debt. Regret. Even… people.”

Drew's smile faded. “That’s dark.”

Mark didn’t laugh. “Hyp...